AN: Yayy :) Nick comes in here :P I have the next few chapters planned, but not written. I might start writing chapter 6 once I go get the bread for lunch but I'm not sure :P

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Chapter 5

(Miley's POV)

I walked down the two flights of stairs at the call for dinner. I had only gotten back from the studio with Mitchell about 10 minutes ago, and only had the time to rush up to my room and drop my stuff off before dinner.

We had arrived at the studio with 10 minutes to spare before the production team and band showed up, as planned. Mitchell showed be the recording booth with all the ultra-high tech equipment, and then the room where 'the magic happens' as he puts it, basically the room with all the instruments. My favourite rooms are the individual practice rooms. You can go there and bring whatever instruments in and just play, I knew I was going to be spending a lot of time there. Then there's the conference-like room and on the main floor there's a cafeteria. This building had other stuff beside Mitchell's studio so that's where everyone can buy cheap food and eat. We didn't eat there today though; Mitchell took me out to a small local restaurant.

Most of the time we just sort of sat together and planned how I wanted the album to be, the style and everything, and the writing process. I tend to write a lot of lyrics and I had to bring them in and shift them to work for a song and add music and everything. Disney wanted the album to come out sometime in the early fall and since the processing takes so long they wanted all the completed songs immediately to review and process instead of 15 songs all at once.

The best part was that they were letting me play my own guitar and piano in some sections instead of having a band member do it. Of course for live performances I could only do it for songs where it was easy to play and sing. I was really excited about that, because it made the album more 'me'. I couldn't bring my guitar with me on the flight over due to luggage restrictions so my parents mailed it ahead of time, in lots of packaging and should arrive soon. We were going to start working on Monday since tomorrow was July the 4th and the studio was shut on Sundays.

I ventured into the Kitchen to find everyone already seated. New rule, don't wander downstairs at the call for dinner in the Torres household; you'll be late.

~xoxox~

I was just about to get into my bed when there was a knock at my door.

"Yeah?" I muttered.

"Can I come in? It's Demi."

I sat up in the bed, the covers wrapped around my knees. "Sure," I replied.

"Sorry to bother you," Demi started as she came in, shutting the door behind her, "but, as you probably know, tomorrow's July 4th. Now I know you're not used to celebrating it, but in my house we usually have a bunch of family and friends come round and we have a big Barbecue and then go out and watch the fireworks."

"Alright"

"Now, some of my family lives here, others are flying into L.A. tonight, or else are already here. They're all coming here about 5 o'clock along with some of our close family friends. We'll eat around 6ish but it usually takes a good 2 hours for everyone to be fed. The rest of the time we just sort of hang about, go swimming, that sort of stuff. There are loads of kids too. Then we walk to the main beach hang out around 9:30 and watch the fireworks at 10."

"Okay, I'm guessing I'm tagging along?" I asked nervously.

"Well, yeah, but I wouldn't consider it tagging along, you're like my temporary sister now," she nudges me lightly and I grinned, "I'll make sure to introduce you to everyone, don't worry, it'll be fun, I promise."

"Yeah, it sounds fun, what are we doing during the day?"

"Sleeping in, then setting up all the tables and stuff and helping prepare food, plus some of the family will come early, so we'll be busy."

"I can handle that," I laughed, it felt good to know Demi wanted me to fit in.

"Then I figured on Sunday, when everyone's gone and people are back from their celebrations, I'd introduce you to the Disney crew. Well, my friends, only 4 then really, but it should be fun."

"Which 4?" I questioned, interested now.

"The Grey brothers and Selena, my best friends. There are my co-stars too, but they are just really good friends and I want to introduce you to this lot first."

"Sounds fun," I said as I faked a smile. Her family I was okay with, even her family's friends, but other Disney kids? Demi was hard enough; there was no way I would fit in with all of them. Of course, little did I know just how accepting they would be, maybe even too accepting.

~xoxox~

Saturday morning literally flew by. It was now around 6 and all the kids were in the pool. We were just being called to come in and get plates for dinner to be served on. I jumped out of the pool and grabbed my towel as I made my way into the house. Still not used to the house, I followed the drip marks to the dining room, where the plates were stacked.

There was a huge crowd inside the room so I stepped back into the hallways and waited for it to clear out, rubbing the towel on my hair, in some attempt to dry it. Just then, in walked 3 boys pretty much every tween in North America could identify.

(Nick's POV)

Kevin, Joe and I were passing through Demi's neighbourhood on our way to a party, when we remembered we had her favourite blanket in the back of the car. We knew we were seeing her tomorrow but she mentioned something about going to see the fireworks and we figured she might need it. Plus, we knew lots of her family was up, and we like seeing them.

Joe and Kevin had ventured off towards the living room, hoping to find her there, and I took the hallway to outside, thinking maybe she was in the back. Just as I was about to turn off to take the shortest route to outside, I saw the most beautiful girl standing off to one side a little further up. She was wearing a bright blue bikini and currently had her hair tilted to one side and was drying in between her hands with a towel. I wasn't the kind of boy to fall for looks, but I couldn't help myself, she was gorgeous.

I nervously made my way towards her, thinking of anyway to start a conversation. Yes, of course, Demi!

"Hey," I said to her as she looked up at me, "Have you.. uhh.. have you seen Demi?"

She took the towel away from her hair and wrapped it around her body, grabbing it under her arms with one hand, and pointing to the dining room with the other.

I started to turn away, but she grabbed me arm, "I-I-I wouldn't g-go in there," she stuttered, "it's a bit hectic at the moment."

"Oh, I'll wait then."

"That's what I'm doing," she said turning to face me.

"Waiting for Demi?"

"No, waiting to go in there to get a plate so I can get food."

"Oh, I see," I said, just as Demi came through the door and heading down the hall, away from me. I rushed after her, "Demi, Demi!"

~xoxox~

I was standing outside with my brothers, watching the beautiful firework display, but I couldn't get that girl out of my head. She was beautiful, more beautiful that the fireworks, but a different beauty, a more natural beauty. She wasn't wearing any make-up, her long chestnut coloured hair was damp and unruly from the pool, and here eyes sparkled with every word she said. Now that I think of it, I didn't even know who she was, I thought I had met all of Demi's cousins, but her I'd never seen before. I didn't know where she was from, but I doubted Texas, or California. Her accent just wasn't right for those places. I wasn't familiar with her accent, but I knew she wasn't from the normal places Demi's family was from, maybe that's why I'd never seen her before.

I sighed, I didn't know how, but somehow I was going to find out more about this girl. I focused back on the firework display in front of me. I wondered what she was doing at this moment, knowing Demi, probably watching the very same fireworks I was. If only she knew I was thinking of her.

(Miley's POV)

I stared up into the sky, looking at the fireworks, but I wasn't thinking about the fireworks. No, I was thinking about Nick Grey. I wonder if he knew who I was, or if he thought nothing of me. He was going to see me tomorrow and wonder why I didn't tell him who I was, and I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. It meant his first impression of me was a girl with some relation to Demi, and not a 'superstar to be' as my best friend calls me. But then what if his impression of me was bad? God, why to I have to over think everything! Tomorrow he'd find out who I was and whatever he thinks of me then, I'll have to accept.

I looked back up into the sky and sighed. I wonder if he was watching these very same fireworks right now. I wonder what he was thinking about.